Poetry

Poetry had once walked with me

held to my heart when I was sad

Helped me mend from the pain I penned

brought comfort to sorrows I had

 

Poetry watched my heart shiver

gave me a blanket for the cold

Held my head while lying in bed

made me wish to live to be old

 

Poetry then danced the night away

to entertain this sullen heart

Both cried to the tale, I tried

from life's wisdom she did impart

 

Poetry was my only friend

as rain poured upon hallowed dreams

Lessened the toll on my soul

lent me comfort or so it seems

 

Poetry offered me her hand

as we danced around the pouring rain

Washing away in just one day

what poison wreaked from months of pain

 

Poetry and I laughed to see

what with her beauty she had done

We sat under an umbrella

while we both waited for the sun

 

 

 

copyright 1/10/2010

Author's Note

My darkest days were comforted by the poetry they inspired.
One of my favorite poems is this one. It tells the tale of how pain is so relative to our age and circumstance
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
by Emily Dickinson

Softened by Time's consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
And undermined the years.

Bisected now, by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhood's realm,
So easy to repair.

Reviews

[Shelly Braen]

Such a strong dictation of what poetry means to those who create it. Completely the truth, the comfort and joy of such a thing that we may give birth to that shall never judge us, ever. In a world where nothing makes sense, we can create a map through our words and be cradled by our emotions. Bravo!

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. it's unbelievable ... the magic, simplicity and profundity of your thoughts and expressions ... i tend to consider myself a volunteer ... a brand ambassador ... who believes and conveys that anything to do with poetry is a timeless life skill ... but never have i been able to write about it with such lucid brilliance ... stark simplicity ... and sparkling profundity ... i cannot thank you enough for writing this and sharing this ... indebted i am ...

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats once again on this great winning poem. Well Done!

[Sagar Patil]

Hello Tate,

This poem doesn't fail to impress me. I read some of the reviews and whatever I want to say has more or less already been said.
You can count me in as a regular reader from now on.

Just one thing, I get a feeling that somehow with some more effort... this poem can be transformed into a metrical write and that will be like a tempting cherry on top of this delicious cake.

[Ry]

This is a trully beautiful, passion poem. I believe that this is what poetry should be to a person, and you have captured it perfectly. Well done. =)

[Dinesh Sairam]

"Poetry had once walked with me
Held to my heart when I was sad
Helped me mend from the pain I penned
Brought comfort to sorrows I had"

Very good start. Sets in the mood.. lol.

"Poetry then danced the night away
To entertain this sullen heart
Both cried as I told how I tried
From life's wisdom she would impart"

Ah, personification! But I don't understand 'Both cried as I told how I tried'.. :-o

"Poetry offered me her hand
As we danced around the pouring rain
Washing away in just one day
What poison wreaked from months of pain"

I think you could have edited this stanza. It seems repeated.

An overall nice poem. The meaning you supposed to express is beautiful. No offense, but you'll need to let go of poetry.. let it fly :) And then you realize how high it can go :) Keep writing.

[Abdul Aziz]

This is really really beautiful. I have always been in awe of the simplicity with which you convey such pristine emotions! Your poems are just priceless.

"Poetry then danced the night away
To entertain this sullen heart
Both cried as I told how I tried
From life's wisdom she would impart"
The imagery this stanza conveys is just simply awesome!

"As rain poured upon hallowed dreams"
What a metaphor!

"Poetry offered me her hand
As we danced around the pouring rain
Washing away in just one day
What poison wreaked from months of pain"
If I could select a best stanza from a poem full of best stanzas, this would be it. You express beauty, romance, love, and pain, all in just four lines. Man, I envy you for your writing prowess!

And conclusions, as always, have been your forte, and you prove it once again.
"Poetry and I laughed to see
What with her beauty she had done
We sat under an umbrella
While we both waited for the sun"
Beautiful!
I loved reading this write. As a matter of fact, I love reading all your writes.
Awesome, bro!

[Christina May Shanaberg]

This was a smooth reading poem and I enjoyed the premise. By writing poetry I have released feelings, often, that I keep inside and couldn't find a way to express in spoken words. Spoken words seem to, more than seldomly, cross over closed ears, without being heard. When I write a poem, I can save it for a better time and read that I wrote my blues away. Nice job, Nate!

[Shalini Dinesh]

What a wonderful poem , really true, when am really depressed, writing poetry helps me come out of it if not at least keeps me away from worrying or crying.... the poem is so true for most writers, and well presented.....

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on you second win for this poem.

[Terry Collett]

insightful poem. We do not take poetry as seriously as some nations. In Stalin's Russia poets died for their words. That is commitment. I felt this poem. The words did their work well.